My Dominant, My Fifty Shades

Chapter Ten

Dominant? Submissive? Whips? This was not what I expected. If anything, I thought maybe he had a strange fetish or was secretly gay or something-but not this...I was contradicted with what I wanted and desired. The fear I had was that he would hurt me, not just physically. I wanted more than anything to be known as his and him as mine. I wanted to take goofy photographs and post them with cute captions and write about how he would spoil me with romantic moments. But since I met him, he has changed me. It had been a period of a week or two but I felt as if it were fate-truly, not cliche. I felt as if we were supposed to meet. And I would do anything to be his.

My mind bounced from yes to no to run the hell away before I eventually was taken into a bedroom. His bedroom. It was a light blue with black sheer curtains and a large mirror over his dresser that was long against the far wall. He had a bathroom in one corner and a closet in the other that was a large walk-in one in which I envisioned thousands of shoes and dresses but my gaze was shifted to him. It was then as if the entire world stopped; night was permanent, silence was easing and perfect, and his touch on my skin was electrifying.

"Will you please let me take you to bed Adelaide? I've been dying to claim you..." Even as he spoke such sexual words, I desired him. He lacked romance, but made up for it in passion. I nodded and before I could even open my eyes, my lips were taken by his. He walked me back against his dresser. "I don't want to jump right into it, but I do want to give you what sex without ties and bindings is like. I've always been curious..."

"You've never had sex without it?"

He shook his head before moving his lips to my neck. I let out a slight moan before being unable hesitate the biting of my lip. He pulled it from my teeth before sucking on it himself and sucking on the neck of my skin and chest as the dress hung slightly lower than what I would usually buy but I felt as if I needed it-as I am glad I wore it. I felt as his hands moved toward the zipper and he stood me completely up and moved so the dress dropped to the floor.

"You are so flawless. No marks, no scratches, not even a bruise. Just beauty marks and porcelain skin." He said in a seductive tone. Even his words made heat rise from between my legs. I had never felt this feeling so incredible before. Nobody had achieved this amount of desire in me before.

I stood before him in a pushup purple bra and black lace panties with purple designs before he walked me toward the bed and slid the dress toward the hamper which was beside the entry door to the bedroom. As if he knew where my lips were, turned without much looking and kissed me once more. His kisses were forth of July, knee-popping, butterfly fluttering as I had always dreamed of. I could feel how much the moment excited him and shifted at the thought before he smirked.

"It's alright. It's normal." He said before pulling me in for a more gentle kiss, passionate nonetheless, but not as frantic. "I want you to remember this..." He said as he removed his shirt and threw it across the room, it landing beside my dress. "Sit." He demanded as I complied. I sat before him and he got on his knees as he was still my height on his knees. Normally, he towered over me. He moved his hand to my ankle where he took my heels and broke the strap intentionally to tear the shoes from my feet. "I'll buy you better ones." He said as he repeated the process with the other one. Instantly, I felt even more attracted and allured to him. I had gasped in surprise and moaned slightly as his lips kissed my ankle toward my thigh which made me shift. "Lay down." He ordered and I again listened. I was beginning to understand the process of his desire of control. It did feel incredibly good and hot...definitely hot...

"I can't stop once I do this but I don't want you to feel pressured..." he said as he looked up from between my legs and looked with a smirk as if already knowing my answer.

"No, I want this. Please. Sir." The last word sent him off, he moved my panties aside and I felt incredibly vulnerable. Almost as if he had been tearing through my virginity, which in a way-he was. I could feel each motion and movement and was at first uncomfortable but then lost in the feeling. Deep passion. He removed his fingers quickly as I felt an overcoming feeling of wanting to moan uncontrollably and realized I was reaching my maximum before exploding.

"I love when you call me that..." He whispered before then moving himself beside me and having me sit before him. He picked me up with little struggle and set me so one leg was on each side of him. I placed my hands behind his head and played with his hair-tugging the long dark strands and he growled as he sucked and kissed my chest, moving the straps to my bra down and eventually exposing my breast completely.

"You are so exquisite..." he said in my ear before causing my body to push down against him. I could feel everything he was and became unable to control my moaning. Feeling him made me fell like a goddess. I was unable and didn't want to wait for the moment any longer.

"I want you." I blurted out, not able to stop it. He smirked before throwing me below him. The force making me release a gasp once more. I was unable to keep still below him. I could feel what he wanted and I shared his desire. I repeated the wording and he slid his hand to my back before releasing the clasp, causing my breasts to fall bare before him. I was eager and anxious. He took turns with each one before slowly moving toward my stomach and my panties. He played with the edges before using his teeth to snap them on my stomach.

"I have wanted you since the minute you spilled that drink on me." He said as he kissed my inner thigh, making me wiggle beneath his lips. "Hold onto the headboard." He demanded and I refused. He arched an eyebrow as he repeated the order.

"I have not signed anything yet." I reminded before he nodded slowly. "I am aware." He said back before shoving his hand between my legs and pulling out once more before I felt as if I had come close to complete satisfaction. "Torture for not listening." He said as I threw my hands and clutched the headboard.

I then watched as he kicked off his pants then boxers and was free in full form before me. I blushed as his muscles rippled and his abs were so incredibly prominent. I avoided eye contact of his lower areas as I was too embarrassed. He moved back on top of me and I could feel him moving freely. I basked in the thought this was the moment I had waited for my whole life. I would finally know what it would be like.

"Dammit..." He said slowly before realizing he left a condom in the nightstand on the opposite side of the bed. He crawled before me and snatched one before pulling out a foil packet and placing it where it belonged. He nodded to me in which I nodded back and he replaced himself on top of me. He pulled up my legs and kissed my neck to make me feel comfortable once more when without warning he began. My lips shot into an instant "O" and I could feel my insides melt-I swear it. It was as if he knew exactly where to hit, exactly were to go, if he was an expert. My back arched and he placed his hand around my back and moved me easier, showing me which way to move, how fast, with how much pressure. I desired each minute. He swore constantly as he too enjoyed said moment. His fingers slid between mine as he then pushed my hands down deep in the pillows behind my head.

My grip of my legs tightened quick as he made his final movements and finished. We both released loudly before he gripped the pillow beside my head and I gripped his back, clawing at the free skin.

"Are you alright?" He asked immediately after I had been exited from. I could only bring myself to nod as I smirked. Blushing deeply I found I was too exhausted to move and fell asleep upon his pillows; wrapped up in the silk sheets and laying beside him.